This is a prose poem I have been working on

It took a while before I could see your face. What shall we do this weekend? Something sweet and gentle. And it doesn’t happen on first meeting. A process of discovery. All the lives you’ve lived. The thing of not being able to summarise you in a snap judgement, or reiterate your time on earth in a story. The compassion. The transcendence. The courage to dream and play. I love you, and not just because you saved my life. In the comms channel, walking the cycle paths, the rattle of hobo freightliners overhead. The strange cold positive impression your palm left in mine. Everything is true. I’m in adoreland with you.


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